Bleh

I've been feeling really down lately. I'm not sure why - I'm doing ok in school (well, getting by in school), I made States in track, I have friends, I should be fine. But I feel kind of depressed. Oh well.

So last night was rather interesting - I did a number on my bed, and can no longer sleep in it. Every night, I usually bounce on my bed as a settling down "ritual" before I go to sleep. If there is someone under me, I ask "What time is it?" and immediately say "Bedtime!" as I flop down on the bed. Now I am substantially over two hundred pounds, and me throwing myself on a lofted bed with someone under it scares the living shit out of them. It's a great reaction. Last night was different. The bed broke, and I came crashing down on top of them. Luckily no one got hurt. However my bed frame will never hold my weight again, so I duct taped it back together so it would hold the mattress up, and slept on the futon. The work order for a replacement bed was filed this morning and hopefully I'll have a new bed by the end of the weekend.

College is amazing.

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